LA Day Two: double legends

Despite falling into bed face first, we spring awake at 2am, jet lag in full force. Chloë is just able to drag herself into a cab first thing for her long-awaited, very nearly legendary, Alexandra Wagner facial.

Five years ago, she randomly booked an appointment at this Venice Beach beautician, only to receive the best facial ever. Even with the pound in free fall, it’s still worth every dollar. Every. Single. One.

Drifting home on a cloud of bliss, by midday it’s all too much. A brief siesta/near-coma ensues.

Still in recovery mode, there’s only one place to go for dinner: In ‘n Out Burger.

Everyone here loves It. Each year at Gallifrey One there’s an In ‘n Out burger run/social. The local branch is the number one rated restaurant in El Segundo on Trip Adviser. Chloë’s cabbie waxes lyrical.

We’ve heard about it for years and are finally within walking distance, so there’s really no choice.

There are really only three things on the menu: burger, cheeseburger and Double Double. Allan’s feeling brave, so it’s the Double Double for him. Chloë opts for the classic cheeseburger. Both are good. The fries are made fresh from whole potatoes. It unexpectedly tastes like real food. We can see why it’s so popular.

As we head home clutching bags of burgers and fries, a cop leans out of his SUV window to tell us his favourite milkshake is the chocolate. Seriously, they flipping love it here!

Two legends in one day is good going, but tomorrow we’re making it three in one weekend…

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LA Day One

Touched down in LA around 4.30pm, which was gone midnight UK time. We had just three jobs: get to our apartment, find some dinner, and stay up until at least 9pm.

We achieved the first by hitching a sneaky lift with one of the free LAX hotel shuttles (we were staying just behind the Fairfield Suites). Cheeky.

Job two was completed with a walk out to Ralph’s supermarket and its pretty good sushi counter. Check.

Allan fell at the final hurdle when he completely passed out at 8.45pm. Still, we’re giving ourselves 8 out of 10 for day one!

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30 hours in Barcelona

The brothers came from Madrid and London. Trains & planes at stupidly early o’clock were all just about on time and our arrivals were greeted with huge downpours of rain – a traditional Barcelona greeting for us Geordies.

The main event (apart from seeing each other of course!) was Barcelona vs Valencia. Maybe it was their champions league exit, maybe it was the rain, maybe it was because it was on a Saturday afternoon, but there was a remarkably low-key atmosphere with plenty of empty seats.

The football was absolute quality, Suarez scored early against the run of play, Valencia had one cleared off the line and another off the bar. A Sir-Les like leap by Umtiti looked to have won the game for Barcelona with Iniesta truly sublime. However, Valencia didn’t give up, they scored a late penalty and very nearly got a last-gap equaliser. Valencia can count themselves very unlucky to lose 2-1, but we saw a piece of history as Barca have now broken La Liga’s record of games without defeat.

Sunday was blazing with sunshine and your correspondent actually got a little sunburnt by the end of the day. A great trip to the hills around Barcelona via metro, funicular and cable car to see the majestic castle, huge vistas over the city & port and a bonus of seeing an archery competition in the castle grounds. The darker side of Spain was seen here. In 1940, the Montjuic Castle was used for the Franco-approved imprisonment of Lluís Companys, the President of Catalonia, after being extradited from another European country. A sham trial and execution followed.

Such history is all too familiar and relevant for the present day. We walk down the hill, see the Olympic Stadium named after Señor Companys and arrive at a massive demonstration with over 750,000 people. It’s a colourful and peaceful demo, everyone dressed in some sort of yellow who are demanding a Catalan independent state and the release of Catalan leaders who are being held in prison.

We decide to abandon the rest of the afternoon plans and head off to our respective airport and train station a bit earlier as Metros are very busy and there’s no way we’d be able to have a leisurely walk around the centre of town. This did allow some time to listen/watch Newcastle’s wonderful victory over Arsenal, so a great weekend finishes exceedingly well.

A special mention to the food in Barcelona; Tapas on Saturday afternoon, Japanese on Saturday night and Pintxos on Sunday afternoon were all fantastic. I still don’t understand why all people who live around here are not morbidly obese. I feel like I have put on a stone in weight by just being in this wonderful city for barely 30 hours.

Thanks for the company ‘bro, we’ll do it again soon!

Gallifrey waits no more

Even through a fog of jet lag, Gallifrey One is a marvellous thing. In our seventh year, it’s a mix of fondly familiar (yes, the carpet is still there despite the lobby refurb) and happily surprising (no, we wouldn’t have bet on Steven Moffat being sociable, gregarious and hilarious, but he was).

This year’s programme is packed to the gills. Even if we were feeling on top of our game, there’s no way we could hope to go to every panel or event it has to offer. In some ways, this makes it easier to accept that we need to find time each day to catch up on the sleep our bodies are intent on rejecting every night!

It’s no surprise to see so many Thirteenth Doctors here. From little kids to grandpas, everyone’s raring to celebrate the new incumbent. That doesn’t mean Capaldi is forgotten, not by a long shot. Steven Moffat’s live commentary over his final screen appearance (the Twice Upon a Time Christmas special) is a great opportunity to remind everyone that he combined acting chops with superfan-level knowledge and a special understanding of the great responsibility that comes with the role. Matt Lucas added another layer with his hilarious story about how they used to troll each other by email in the guise of fictional scary uber-fans, stalking each other through motorway service stations and remote fields in Wales.

We missed the main Moffat interview, in which he formally apologised for bringing the fez back (too bloody right). Chloe had a kaffeeklatsche with Jenny Colgan and Allan had a wild ride through NASA’s mission spreadsheets in the Mars Rover panel session. He tried to pretend it was the images from the planet’s surface that were so exciting, but it was the spreadsheets.

 

The air turned blue in the ‘This or That’ session with Camille Corduri and Jemma Redgrave. Stones or Beatles? Beatles. Potter or LoTR? Potter (Redgrave is a Hufflepuff). Austen or Brontes? Refused to answer. The highlight was Camille Corduri’s answer to the innocent query ‘cake or pie?’ with the words “filthy pork pie with pickle”, uttered in such lascivious tones that many of those present fainted dead away.

 

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Acropolis now!

We purposely left the Acropolis until now, partly because of the heat when we were last in Athens, but mostly because we wanted to finish our travels with something spectacular.

The Acropolis didn’t disappoint. Our apartment is very close but even though we got there early it was pretty busy. We zoom past a huge tour group to admire the whole site. It is one of the sights of the holiday, the buildings at the top are stunning and there are truly tremendous views over Athens.

Chloe spots the Temple of Olympian Zeus, Allan then finds the old Panathenaic stadium and then we both see the ancient Agora (Chloe is still unreasonably excited to be able to see the route of the old Panathenaic Way). Amazingly, we can see where the two Long Walls were located that provided secure access between the Acropolis to the port, even during times of siege. They are now the route of two tree-lined roads that stretch between the rock and Piraeus. The sites we saw six weeks ago all now come to life, knowing where they are compared to the mighty Acropolis.

Our last dinner was in true Greek style; lamb chops, salad and ice cream. Yum.

A stupendous end to our time in Athens, Greece and the whole holiday. All that is left is our review of Greece and our holiday award roll call, so keep watching Hardcowtravels for a couple more interesting posts!

Poros – A pause before the end

Poros has been 10 days of doing very little. Days have involved sitting around, going to the beach and swimming in the sea in the mornings then more relaxing and sleeping in the afternoon. Exactly what we wanted to do. We even now have a bit of a sun tan, although that is bound to disappear in the next 2 week maximum!

The only expedition has been to the main town, all 15 minutes away by bus, where we climbed quite a few steps up to an old clock tower – the highest point in the town. The views were great, although it was remarkably busy up there with a Russian tour group noisy chatting away. We go to the bottom of the hill, buy our ferry tickets to Athens and get back to our little flat very quickly and the standard Poros daily schedule is resumed.

In preparation for the real world, we’ve been in contact with job agencies and Chloe has even done a job application, although the job hunt starts in earnest when we get back. This, and our budget spreadsheet shouting “number of days left” going down to single figures, has depressed us a little, but also allows us to look forward to all the good things about returning home.

Next up is the final two days in Athens, a night in Heathrow, then it’s back to reality. Boo hoo.

Greek Food every day? I should be Souvlaki…

It has always surprised us how few Greek restaurants there are around the world compared to other nearby cuisines, such as Italian, as the food here is so damn good every time we’ve come on holiday here.

Whether it was the lack of choice in Sri Lanka, but we have enjoyed almost every meal here. The slow-cooked meat is tender, seafood is fresh, salads are tasty (why, oh why, can’t tomatoes taste like this in the UK?), pastry treats are generously filled and the desserts are melt-in-the-mouth lovely. All washed down with wine at under 3 euros for 1.5 litres in the supermarkets.

Particular favourites of this part of holiday have been the lamb (garlic sauce, lemon sauce, chops etc.), spinach pie (Spanakopita – σπανακόπιτα) and orange cake (Portokalopita – Πορτοκαλόπιτα). Calories are high, but the taste is sensational.

We have challenged ourselves to make these delights at home, but they will undoubtably come out worse than the worst ones we had here. However, the biggest challenge after over seven weeks in Greece is whether we still fit into the clothes we had custom-made in Vietnam.

All that remains is to get in touch with Kylie Minogue to see if she wants to go into partnership with us on a Greek grill restaurant called “I should be souvlaki”. Ah, there it is, the Greek puns start, more to come, Apollo-gies in advance.

I love Poros in the summer when it sizzles…


We decided to end the holiday of a lifetime with a little holiday. We’re not much given to sitting around on beaches but we thought we’d probably rather fancy it by this point. We fly home out of Athens, so we planned our route to include a ten-day stop on the island of Poros (not to be confused with Paros, where we started the Greek leg of our journey). It’s only an hour from Piraeus and has reasonably priced accommodation, beaches, tavernas, forests and the sparkling Aegean. Sounds perfect. 

So on Sunday lunchtime, our taxi dropped us at the quayside in Galatas. One euro and a few minutes’ boat ride across the strait and we were in Poros Town. The roads were quiet and we quickly picked up another taxi to take us to the other end of the bay.

Askali Beach looks like a typical little holiday suburb: beaches (check), decent accommodation (check), tavernas (check). Time to grab a little lunch.

We wandered down the hill in a little fog of travel weariness to be greeted by…hell. Well, our idea of holiday hell. Music from four tavernas competed to insult our eardrums; every square inch of the (admittedly bijou) beach was packed with sunloungers, all of them occupied. When we eventually took the plunge, we had to leave the first restaurant because of the music. After that, the 80s pop offerings of the café down the road seemed like sweet balm. 

What were we going to do? Could we put up with this for ten days? We couldn’t face the beachfront on Monday and spent much of the day enjoying having a level bed to sleep in. 

Then something wonderful happened. We were driven out of our studio by hunger and boredom. The beachfront? Quiet and peaceful. The sunloungers? Half empty. That first restaurant we had to leave on Sunday? Transformed with restful background music, great food and lovely staff. 


We should have expected it. Being so near to Athens, Poros is a good place to escape the heat and hassle of the city. Who can blame people for grabbing a few days off?

So now we have the place largely to ourselves, just not at the weekend. That’s OK. That’s when we’ll head into town, do some window shopping and even ride the one euro ferry a couple of times, just for the hell of it. 

Epidaurus – more than just a theatre

Our last day trip in the Peloponnese is Epidaurus (or Epidavros, or many other variations of the name for this UNESCO world heritage site).

We travel by public bus, so we are again at its mercy regarding the number of tour groups will be at the site when we arrive. The bus timetable forces us to be dropped off at the height of the midday sun and we won’t be picked up again until later on in the scorchio afternoon – a little concerning as we have heard that Epidaurus has very little shade.

The bus is barely half full when we leave Nafplio and, once it has finished weaving in and out of a number of small villages perched on the side of the mountains, only us and another couple remain. Only one coach is in the car park and there are barely a dozen cars, so we’re very hopeful of a quieter time than Mycenae.

We have been spoilt by scenery here in Greece, and Epidaurus is another archeological site in a truly stupendous location. It is surrounded by mountains, deep valleys and olive trees for miles around. Considering it is the height of summer, it is so green – spring here must be something else.

We hit the main attraction first, the theatre. Built in the 4th century BC it holds 14,000 and is still used for some concerts and Chloe gets to see the arena where her current read – The Oresteia – has been performed for many centuries. The acoustics are meant to be outstanding, they allow performers to be heard everywhere even when talking normally. However, our own attempts are not entirely successful, probably because of the wind.  The theatre itself is visually stunning, atmospheric and not at all busy, although it is the definition of a sun-trap.

With two hours to spare, we wander around the rest of the site. We see the ancient stadium (unfortunately, unlike Olympia, it was not possible to run a Stadia), the Gymnasion, a bath-house that the Romans invariably added and a lovely little museum. The site rivals Delphi as the best we’ve seen in Greece in terms of scenery but also genuinely interesting things to see.

Job done, all that was left was to drink a freezing-cold, luminous-yellow, lemon-flavoured slushy, find some shade and wait for our bus.

A great way to finish our time in the Peloponnese, although our sight-seeing wasn’t quite finished. We left Nafplio the next day and were treated to one of the best travel journeys of the whole holiday, climbing up mountains, vistas over coastal villages (including Ancient Epidauras) and a slow descent into the port of Galatas.

A suitable end to our time in this beautiful part of Greece.

A big old blood-drenched rock

Some families attract misfortune like a magnetic force. Pity, then, the House of Atreus whose bad luck, questionable personalities and plain old murderousness wasted lives for generations. Remember that speech from Gladiator, ‘father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife – and I will have my vengeance’? That. Times a hundred.

There’s no room here to list all of the murder, divine retribution, child sacrifice, macho pride, adultery, cannibalism, and ‘eye for an eye’-ing. If you want the gory details, click here.

The deeply impressive fortress at Mycenae may or may not have been the backdrop to much of this bloodshed. Perched in the dip between two mountains, high up above Nafplio and Argos, it commands an impressive view. No one is sneaking up on anyone here.

Huge stones, metres wide, make up walls that are still standing over two thousand years later. For centuries, no one could imagine how they were moved and lifted into place, so the construction was credited to the Cyclops. Even now, the walls are described as ‘cyclopean’.

The bus drops us in a hot and dusty car park. No chance of beating the tour groups when you’re wedded to Greek transport schedules. All we can do is grin and bear it.

Actually, it’s not so bad. Despite encounters with incredibly loud Chinese cruise passengers, path hogging French students and Greek tourists in search of the ultimate selfie, we managed to climb the citadel, ooh and aaah at the view and take the little used path back.

We have 40 minutes until our bus home. Just time to walk down the hill to the supposed-but-probably-not Tomb of Agamemnon.

A passageway slices into the side of the hill, flanked by more impressive wall-ery and a huge gated arch. Inside, the beehive shaped brickwork (no mortar, just good joins) curves inward above our heads. We are impressed, but we have to get our bus.

We leg it up the hill in time to board and surf our way back down the mountain on a wave of mythical blood.